In South Bend and Norman, in Columbus and Tuscaloosa, as well as on the campuses of all the other gridiron giants, nothing creates so much controversy, outrage and general all-round excitement as the annual battle for No. 1

Hospitable old Havana opened its heart to the fighters in town for the first world amateur championships—feted them, fed them well, and then the Cubans danced off with most of the gold medals, cha-cha-cha